Darkwave Tales: Kingmaker

Phuralq's journals, works in progress

Picking over the motley assortment of petty gems in the merchant’s display, your hand finds itself lingering on a shard of smokey blue quartz. A psychedelic stream whorls through you, coalescing momentarily into flashes of vision, snatches of sound and hallucinatory sensations before dispersing like puffs of steam.

The merchant arches a suspicious eyebrow as you stand stock still, staring with wide eyes into the stone. You become aware that, by concentrating, you can somewhat control the flow of experiences as they move past, allowing you to sort through them until they arrange themselves like a table of contents…